"The gong echoed..."
In the ruins, a giant horizontal beam approximately four meters long, 75 centimeters wide, and about twenty to thirty centimeters thick lifted a mass of rubble above it, forming a large pit.
The instant the beam hovered in the air, Fang Huai rolled on the spot and dived straight into the pit, burying his body and finding a relatively flat slate to firmly stand the lifesaving prop, ensuring that even if the beam snapped and fell, there would be something to hold it up, granting a chance for the children trapped below.
Dust and small stones fell from above, preventing him from looking up. Fang Huai could not help but close his eyes, waiting for that moment.
But, there was a long silence.
All he felt was darkness encroaching.
When Fang Huai looked up again, the surrounding light could not penetrate an inch; the top of the pit was tightly enclosed by dozens of people, with over a hundred hands desperately propping up the beam.
